do not be angry, rain.

cause my eyes wander, not highlighting your beauty.

when wanderer soaking wet,

and shelter to shade only a tree,

i could no longer feel, the beauty of your art.

when trees and birds dancing in the cold,

I do not want to see,

my eyes closed while you moisten me.

I need your cold,

I need your wind to make me real

I want to escape and go into the flow.

please allow me, blending in the coldness.

alrahe